"You, are you the company commander?!"
"Associate."
Seeing Xiao Yi's ghostly expression, Mo Shangyun added lukewarmly.
Yesterday, Lang Yan asked a few people to specially come to see her and give her condolences. The commotion was very solemn, and it was not surprising that Lu Yang knew.
"The deputy is also very good, you look only twenty years old..." Xiao Yi smiled at her, "Did you graduate from the military academy?"
"Yeah." Mo Shangyun replied lightly.
"That, Captain Mo, we're talking here, it won't affect you, right?" Xiao Yi smiled shyly.
Glancing at the two of them, Mo Shangyun shrugged, "No."
Xiao Yi breathed a sigh of relief, and then thanked Mo Shangyun.
Mo Shangjun didn't care anymore, turned his back to them, and sat by the window reading a book.
However, even if he was reading a book quietly, the conversation between the two allowed Mo Shangyun to understand them two or three points.
Both of them joined the army at the age of 18 and served in a certain unit of the East China Sea Fleet, but Lu Yang was one year older than Xiao Yi and joined the army a year earlier than Xiao Yi.
Xiao Yi retired from the army after his two-year conscription career, and then made a living by publishing short stories in magazines. At the age of 25, he successfully published his first full-length novel this year. Lu Yang, on the other hand, passed the frogman selection and successfully entered the Marine Corps after two years in the army, and then retired in the first half of this year.
What makes Mo Shangyun puzzled is—
Retirement of veterans is usually when recruits are recruited. September is the time for recruits to join the army and veterans to retire. There is something wrong with Lu Yang's "first half of the year".
But because it was eavesdropping, Mo Shangjun didn't ask.
The two comrades-in-arms and brothers who hadn't seen each other in six years now gather together, and there is no sense of alienation, and even the dead Lu Yang has become chatty.
Mo Shangjun read more than ten pages of Shuo Wen Jie Zi, and another phone call came.
Since being hospitalized, Yan Tianxing has announced to the public that she "injured her leg with a knife accidentally", from the entire training camp to her brother Mo Shangshuang, lest the whole world know that she committed such a stupid act of self-mutilation. , so that he can get a lot of ridicule and greetings every day, and the phone calls constantly, Mo Shangyun has long been used to it.
Also without looking at the phone screen, Mo Shangyun answered directly.
"Mr. Vice-Lian!"
As soon as he answered, Lang Yan's affectionate shouts came from the other side of the phone.
Mo Shangyun almost got goosebumps from shaking.
"Huh?" Mo Shangyun asked in confusion.
"When are we going back to the company?" Lang Yan asked with a smile, the tone of elders caring and caring for the younger generation made Mo Shangyun's air-conditioning hit the top of his head, and everyone felt uncomfortable.
After hesitating for a while, Mo Shangjun said the answer that Lang Yan knew, "at the end of the month."
The training camp has been successfully disbanded, that is to say, she is no longer under the control of Yan Tianxing, and the company has also approved the leave - when to go back, Lang Yan knows very well.
"At the end of the month..." Lang Yan's voice immediately became disappointed, with bursts of sighs, for fear that others would not feel it.
After a while, he deliberately added, "It's good at the end of the month, it's good at the end of the month, when we come back at the end of the month, our company will change again—"
"You have something to say."
Mo Shangjun interrupted his bewildering suggestion in time.
"Then what," Lang Yan coughed lightly, then became pretentious and euphemistic, "actually it's not a big deal..."
Touching his nose, Mo Shangjun said bluntly, "Captain Lang, you are not like you, such a mother-in-law."
"… "
Lang Yan was silent for a while, but did not refute.
"Have you read the news? Recently... Cough, the international situation is rather severe..." Lang Yan said more implicitly.
Mo Shangyun was stunned for a moment, and then he joked: "Even if we fight, it won't be our turn. What are you worried about? Do you want to ask for help?"
"I'm not qualified enough," Lang Yan said helplessly, and finally got to the point. "Other companies are taking this opportunity to engage in ideological work and boost morale. The instructor also wants to find a time to mobilize in Erlian."
"Isn't it good?" Mo Shangyun asked back.
Lang Yan paused for a moment, his voice suddenly became heavy, and he asked, "Is it really okay?"
Mo Shangyun raised his eyelids and his eyes fell to the sky outside the window. On a hot afternoon, the sky was cloudless, and even the vision could feel the heat of this summer.
After arranging things for a while, Mo Shangjun asked, "The instructor wants to, but you're not happy?"
"That's what it means."
"Take me back to stand in line?" Mo Shangjun asked with a smile.
"..." Lang Yan cleared his throat and said embarrassedly, "I can't say that either."
"I can't say this," Mo Shangyun leaned back on the back of the chair, closed the book on his lap with his left hand, and said calmly, "I have no experience with this, and I have no idea."
"How is it possible, you have the most ideas." Lang Yan said, "I think, whether it's me or the instructor, you can always persuade someone."
Mo Shangyun smiled, "I dare not wear this tall hat."
"… "
Lang Yan was silent.
Even across the phone, Mo Shangyun could feel Lang Yan's doubts.
Xu Shilangyan himself couldn't be sure whether his insistence was correct, so he called his assistant and deputy company commander - all he wanted was a result.
Even if the result is persuaded.
However, it is difficult for Mo Shangyun, who can't even make decisions about his own affairs, to give him such a result.
Although, she could understand what Lang Yan was worried about—
"He wants to bring out a group of soldiers who are not afraid of war, but will never be excited by war and yearn for war. 』
This lover of peace does not expect war.
"Then I'll think about it."
After a while, Lang Yan gave such an answer.
"Um."
Mo Shangyun responded lightly.
"Take care of your injuries." Lang Yan urged, then hung up the phone.
An easy beginning and a dull ending were something Mo Shangyun didn't want to see, but she couldn't help it.
However, after hanging up the phone, the book in his hand was hard to read.
On this summer afternoon, even the air was scorching hot, and there was a gust of summer wind blowing in from the window, bringing the scalding temperature, and it was stuffy and hot, which made Mo Shangyun frown a little unhappily.
The wind was blowing the hair, and the hair that was not cut in March grew back at some point.
Mo Shangyun tilted his head.
Next, what to do
The comrades-in-arms whom I hadn't seen in five years chatted together for two full hours.
Mo Shangjun played games on his mobile phone for two full hours.
"Oh, I almost forgot, this is my first novel, A Drop of Blood, and I brought it here specially for you." Xiao Yi's voice suddenly caught Mo Shangyun's attention, "Although it's not well written. , but I hope it can relieve your boredom."
Mo Shangyun turned around when he heard the sound.
She saw Lu Yang sitting on the bed taking the book, and then showed Xiao Yi a gentle and sincere smile, "Congratulations, your dream has come true."
Xiao Yi scratched his hair in embarrassment.
It took him so long to publish his first novel. It can be said that he is very talented.
"By the way, you've been discharged from the army, have you found something to do?" Xiao Yi changed the subject.
Lu Yang was stunned for a moment, his expression also a little embarrassed, "No."
"… "
Xiao Yi twitched the corners of his mouth, feeling even more embarrassed.
However, he quickly found a new topic—accompany Lu Yang around the hospital and bask in the sun.
Lu Yang hesitated for a moment, then nodded in response.
Xiao Yi breathed a sigh of relief, quickly found a wheelchair, and pushed Lu Yang out.
When he left, he specially greeted Mo Shangyun.
"Can I read your book?"
Mo, a waste person who had nothing to do, asked Xiao Yi abruptly.
"Ah, yes."
Xiao Yi nodded in a panic, and when he handed the book over, his eyes hurriedly swept across Mo Shangyun's "Shuo Wen Jie Zi", thinking that such a person might not be able to read his book, but he didn't know How to refuse.
"thanks."
After taking the book, Mo Shangyun thanked him.
"No, no need." Xiao Yi stammered, then turned around and pushed Lu Yang in embarrassment.
Lu Yang, who was sitting in a wheelchair, looked at Mo Shangyun. He looked down and turned over the book very seriously. He didn't look like he was flipping through the book casually to pass the time, so he didn't say anything, but looked away lightly.
When Xiao Yi and Lu Yang left, they closed the door intimately, but gave Mo Shangyun a relatively quiet environment.
She looked down at the book.
A retired navy who wrote a book about the navy.
- To be precise, a novel.
Two years of conscripts, there should be not many contacts, but there are no mistakes in knowledge points, and they should have consulted a lot of information.
Mo Shangyun, who had never liked to read novels, read it with relish this time, and watched it for three hours. After she regained her senses, the sunset light fell by the window, and it was almost dusk.
"Knock. Knock. Knock."
Three knocks on the door interrupted Mo Shangyun's reading.
"Come in."
Mo Shangyun didn't even raise his head to make a sound.
The voice was not loud, and I didn't know if anyone outside the door could hear it clearly, but the door was pushed open the moment she finished speaking.
Feeling the familiar aura, Mo Shangyun paused as he flipped through the book, then raised his head slightly and looked towards the door.
- As expected, it was Yan Tianxing who came.
Instead of wearing a conspicuous military uniform, he was dressed in civilian clothes. On such a hot day, he was still wearing a shirt and trousers, with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and the two buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, revealing a charming and delicate collarbone.
She put her left hand in her trouser pocket, and her right hand held her dinner tonight, still looking like a monster.
From the angle of Mo Shangyun, you can still see the nurses passing by the corridor, all of them flying towards Yan Tianxing from the corner of their eyes.
However, the next moment, Yan Yaonei, who had eyes behind his head, closed the door.
"What's for dinner tonight?"
Mo Shangjun closed the book and put it on the table beside him.
Yan Tianxing came over, his eyes swept across the book cover without comment, but quickly retracted, he bypassed Mo Shangyun, put the dinner in his hand on the table, and suddenly dropped three words, "Look for yourself."
Mo Shangyun gave him a sideways glance.
But soon, she just gave a faint "Oh" without any sarcasm or rebuttal.
Pushing the wheelchair herself, she turned a corner, facing the table, and opened the dinner.
Two dishes, one soup, and one rice, are very light, and you can't see a bit of chili.
Yan Tianxing stood on one side and looked at her for a moment, frowning involuntarily, full of unhappiness.
Since Mo Shangyun was hospitalized, every time I saw her, she was so dead and seemed to have nothing to do, but subconsciously she was not interested in anything, and she was so gloomy and annoying.
"What about him?" Yan Tianxing noticed the empty bed next to him.
"Go for a walk." Picking up the chopsticks, Mo Shangyun replied subconsciously, but after a slight pause, she suddenly realized something, she raised her eyebrows and stared at the people around her, "Yan Tianxing, did you deliberately arrange it?"
"Um."
Yan Tianxing stood by the window, leaned back, and leaned on it. He glanced at her condescendingly, and admitted it without any guilt.
Mo Shangyun stared at him and asked suspiciously, "Why?"
"Huh?" said lazily, Yan Tianxing looked at her lazily, and said in a 'everyone knows' tone, "Two walking corpses get together, so as not to disturb others."
"click".
The chopsticks in Mo Shangyun's hand were broken.
Two, and the brushes are broken in the middle.
Throwing the chopsticks aside, Mo Shangyun squinted at him, his voice was cold, "The training is over, you are so idle that you feel that life is boring without harming anyone?"
"I'm very busy," Yan Tianxing said slowly, "I'll take you to the training camp alive and well, and then send you back dead, I can't explain it."
Mo Shangjun suppressed his anger, "Why are you so dead?"
The rays of the setting sun slanted down from behind Yan Tianxing, pulling out a long figure, which happened to fall on Mo Shangyun, the shadow covering those narrow and sharp eyes.
Yan Tianxing laughed, not genuinely, but rather sarcastic and gloomy, he said word by word: "I said that your foot was hurt by yourself, why, other people don't have long brains to believe, even you Don't think long enough to believe you can do such a stupid thing?"
"What did you see?" Mo Shangyun lowered his voice a little, a little dull.
She should have thought about what Yan Tianxing would see...
She didn't know when Yan Tianxing arrived and whether she had watched the whole scene.
She asked, but Yan Tianxing didn't say it.
What she knew was that Yan Tianxing concealed everything, did not tell anyone about the existence of "that person", and even covered up "white powder".
Everyone is wondering if she is that stupid, but when there is no other answer, they can only choose to believe that she is that stupid and hurts themselves.
In the more than ten days she was hospitalized, no one had mentioned that person, Black Hawk, White Powder to her, not even a normal inquiry.
Even the end of the training camp's exercises, the disbanding, the summary of the results... didn't bother her.
Yan Tianxing did things so thoughtfully that she even wondered if it was an illusion.
"What you should see, what you shouldn't see..." Yan Tianxing stood up straight and took a step forward, the sunset glowed around him, and he approached like a god, "Mo Shangyun, you pretend that you are living the same life as before. , do you really think that nothing happened?"
Words and sentences fall into my ears.
Mo Shangyun looked at him, looking at that face, as if he saw another person through that face.
For a moment, she even suspected that Yan Tianxing in front of her was fake, disguised by another person.
After a long time, she took a deep breath and said calmly, "It has nothing to do with you."
Seeing her indifference and alienation, and her resistance from the inside out, Yan Tianxing hooked his lips, "Yes, your business has never had anything to do with me."
The air was silent.
Mo Shangyun didn't speak, and Yan Tianxing didn't speak any more.
Dusk came to an end, and in the blink of an eye, the afterglow of the setting sun disappeared, and it became dark outside, only the light of the street lamps remained, and there were no lights in the room.
Gradually, neither of them could see each other's expressions clearly, even if they were only one meter apart.
Yan Tianxing suddenly thought of Mo Shangyun he saw that day—
Lying on the ground covered in blood, a man kissed her forehead and whispered in her ear. The picture was so harmonious and dazzling that the jungle, the scenery, the sky and the earth became unimportant, and their world was only themselves.
He recognized the man.
The man who waited for Mo Shangyun outside the school twice.
He remembered those two times when Mo Shangyun, who had climbed over the wall, walked past him and walked towards that person naturally. He was not twisted, irritable, upset, or even deliberate, but extremely calm, like walking towards the closest person. people.
and-
In this hot summer, Mo Shangyun suddenly felt cold.
She looked at the people who were close at hand, but felt that they were thousands of miles away.
Her eyes are still dark, clear, and bright, but there is a strange emotion hidden in the depths of her eyes. The emerging darkness sweeps up and can swallow up the brightness at any time.
"Is it obvious?"
In the end, Mo Shangyun made a sound, breaking the dead silence.
Is it obvious
She looks normal and not normal.
"Um."
Yan Tianxing responded, not at all close and casual.
"Oh."
Mo Shangyun made a sound.
Yan Tianxing raised his legs and walked towards the door.
Mo Shangyun didn't go to see him.
However, just as Yan Tianxing was halfway there, the door of the ward was opened, and as the lights in the room were turned on, Lu Yang's surprised voice came from outside—
"Team Yan?"
003, helpless